Sophie didn't want to go to Magcon, but her best friend Tay made her. What happens when they end up in the same hotel as the guys? So many choices, but the real question is who will she end up with? © 2014 by Kayleigh Cavanaugh. All rights reserved

A 15 year old girl that's from California is near a hot spot if the meet and greet convention held by 10 stunningly sexy guys. One day, her dream comes true of meeting the magcon boys and she soon realizes she's falling for them. Which one will it be? Will the magcon boys still be together and hold meet and greets? How will her life be after this?

One harmless song turned into something so much more. [This book deals with the reality of depression, it needs to be brought to our attention. The outcome once this this is finished is to show you the true beauty you withhold. Some parts may be graphic as you get farther into the book, just a warning. Stay strong, I just want to help you with what you may be experiencing.]

With Louisa gone and no one caring about her except the lovable Matt. She tries to forget her time with the boys known as One Direction seeing Louis have a new girlfriend breaks her apart. But Matt is there to always there to help her, with the boys on their tour and Niall still with Imogen and Mollie. And Zayn and Liam still with their girlfriends. Harry trying to win back his girlfriends heart since he was with Mary. But what's on everyone's minds is why isn't Louis looking for Louisa all the boys have tried to tell him but he doesn't care anymore and said she stay with Matt. Also with people after Louisa how will she cope with her newfound love for a special twin.

❝Running away isn't all that easy. There are many obstacles along the way. Many things run through your mind. Will you get caught? Will it all turn out the way as planned? What if what or who you're running away from, meets with you in the end? Part of me feels it's the right decision, like if I could run away at all it's a sign that I was supposed to; That it's for the best. But then another part of me wonders one thing. Is it worth it?❞ I looked out the window watching as the rain poured down onto the surface of the earth in front of me. ❝What are you getting at, my dear? What are you trying to say?❞ Carol asked me. I pause, closing my eyes inhaling and exhaling through my nose trying to relax before reopening my eyes and continuing. ❝What I am trying to say is, I don't know if I made the right choice. I feel like something isn't right about the whole situation. I have an uneasy feeling, like something bad is to come. That he is going to find me, and capture me.❞ I looked at Carol, the worry in her eyes frightened me even more knowing how much danger we are both in. ❝And I'll admit it. I am afraid. And I should be.❞ ☠ ____________________________________________________ ☠ When Jade runs away from Harry, she can't help but feel fearful of what is to come. After all, he said he'll always find her. But she forbids it. She'll do anything in her power to keep that from happening, as Harry will do everything in his power to make it happen. No matter what it takes, he'll get her one way or another. So, will he get his way? Or will Jade get her way this time? Copyright © xxJadeStylesxx All Rights Reserved 2013

I saw a lot of these on other sites and tumblr and I decided to add them for Wattpad readers :) some are inspired from tumblr and other sites and some are FROM tumblr (NOT ALL MINE!!!!!!!) and some are written by MOI. I try to write as much as I can but sometimes you get stuck so you need inspiration. Enjoy :) xxxx

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*